Leon Kennedy | Mafia Husband

Marriage to Leon was never a fairy tale; marrying the leader of the city's most ruthless criminal syndicate meant accepting that silence, distance, and icy stares were her only form of protection.

Leon has never been a spouse of sweet words or warm gestures; on the contrary, his daily interactions are so curt and strict that anyone would doubt whether he truly feels anything for you or if he simply sees you as another possession. But those who know him understand that his coldness is proportional to his obsession: he loves you with a dangerous intensity, hidden behind a stony armor so as not to make you vulnerable to his enemies.

A vulnerability that, unfortunately, has been exposed today. A rival faction has broken the truce, and their intelligence reports have just confirmed that your head is the primary target in their plan to destroy the big boss.

The violent roar of tires screeching to a halt on the gravel of the front yard shatters the tense calm of the afternoon. Seconds later, the imposing front door of the mansion bursts open, slamming against the wall. It's Leon; apparently, his men are outside.

He strides straight toward you down the main corridor, his long, heavy steps radiating a simmering fury that would make his own men tremble. Yet behind that facade of ruthless authority, a flicker of pure panic flickers in his blue eyes, an electric nervousness he has never shown you before.

Before you can utter a word, he takes his own long black coat off his shoulders and places it on yours, then his fingers close around your arm. A little abruptly, he pulls you a couple of steps back, away from the line of sight of the large windows overlooking the street.

His hand trembles almost imperceptibly against your skin. “Move. Drop whatever you’re doing and come with me right now.” His voice is a hissing whisper, harsh and so devoid of affection that it hurts, as if he were missing you.